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Fraction Jackson posted:Not entirely sure which direction I wanna go with yet, but I am definitely interested and hope to have something ready this weekend. Ditto. (But maybe just after the weekend!)
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 Name: SGT Richard ‘Dicky’ Barton-Morewood Nationality: British MOS:: No. 73 Squadron RAF Attributes: Agility d8, Smarts d8, Spirit d8, Strength d6, Vigor d8 Skills: Driving d4, Fighting d4, Swimming d4, Shooting d8, Stealth d6, Notice d6, Repair d6, Survival d4, Piloting d8, Knowledge (Navigation) d8. Pace: 6 Parry: 4 Sanity: 6 Toughness: 7 Charisma: 0 Gear: Leather flight helmet, Goggles, Oxygen mask, Spare uniform, Flight jacket, Boots, Electrically heated suit, Leather flight suit (jacket, trousers), Shoulder holster, Life preserver, Survival kit, Parachute, Backpack, Canteen, Bedroll, Bandage, Socks x4, Scarf, Pipe, Tobacco pouch and Lighter. Edges: Rank (NCO): +2 Toughness Combat Reflexes: +2 to recover from being shaken British Pluck: +2 Spirit to resist Fear, Intimidation or arcane powers Dodge: -1 to be hit with ranged attacks Brave (+2 vs fear) Hindrances: Loyal (Minor) Overconfident (Major) Quirk: Always carries his father's lighter and pipe (Minor) Armory: Unarmed d6 (Str) Knife d6 (Str+d4) Webley Service Revolver (.30) d6 (2d6+1, 12/24/48, AP 1, RoF 1, Shots 6, Revolver) Perks (2): Raise an attribute (Agility) Raise an attribute (Spirit) Advances (4): +1 Edge (Combat Reflexes) +1 Rank (NCO) +2 Toughness +1 Attribute (Smarts) +2 Skill increases lower (Navigation + Stealth) Seasoned (4) +1 Edge (Dodge) +2 Skill increases lower (Shooting + Notice) +1 Attribute (Vigor) +1 Edge (Brave) Medals Distinguished Service Order (awarded from actions at Hoffman Base) ~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~  Richard ‘Dicky’ Barton-Morewood had wanted to be a pilot since the day he knew what a plane was. His father had been a highly decorated top-notch flying ace during The Great War, but had been shot down over Belgium only weeks before Dicky came along. But despite never knowing the man, Dicky shared his father’s undeniable passion for soaring through the skies and set himself out from a young age to carry on the man’s legacy by getting into the air himself. He was already attending flight school when the war broke out, having learned to operate aircraft since before he was old enough to legally do so. Wasting no time to continue his father’s efforts, he joined the RAF and the recently reformed No. 73 Squadron. His time with the squadron saw him flying over nearly the whole of Europe and serving with distinction and steadfastness in the face of near overwhelming odds during The Battle of Britain. But his most notable achievement to date began on the 25th of May 1940 when Dicky’s Hawker Hurricane ran out of ammunition over the outskirts of Troyes as the 73rd were covering the evacuation of allied bases. Rather than return to re-arm, Dicky continued the fight and rammed his plane into the side of a Do 17, sending the enemy crashing to the ground but also ensuring the same for himself. Although lucky enough to escape by parachute, Dicky was trapped behind enemy lines. Through sheer grit and determination he sneaked and fought his way back to allied ground whilst also hampering German operations and providing useful intel on enemy positions upon his return. The boys in the mess could hardly believe their eyes when Ol' Jolly Dicky came swaggering back in to squash all talks of his heroic death. And he never let them forget it! The media took a particular shine to Dicky too, what with his winning smile and ‘can do’ attitude, and he was often sought out by reporters for a quick interview and photo opportunity when his boots were on solid ground. If you were a regular reader of British wartime press, his name and face might seem very familiar indeed. Towards the end of the war, Dicky found himself stationed in Malta wondering to himself just what he’d go on to do when the whole mad business finally came to an end. Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to give it much thought for a while longer yet as a new and dangerous assignment was soon to come knocking. Having clocked well over 4000 hours of flight time in over 30 different aircraft he wasn’t all that surprised when some top brass chap came knocking to pull him from the 73rd to a freshly formed squadron in what sounded to be flying into the roughest ordeal of the war yet. Never one to refuse an order -or deny a challenge as he might see it-, Dicky was quick to gather his things and to take to the skies for wherever the next mission would place him. A Velociraptor! fucked around with this message at 21:29 on Feb 16, 2017 |
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